…i kept telling myself "i need to get my hands on the computer…i need my blog!" since i arrived last wednesday night from Badian…the sweet music playing on the bus’s radio didn’t soothe my ears the way it used to…somehow, i’ve got this heavy irritable feeling that just can’t get off my chest…so i was thinking, maybe i should write something about it…just to ease the pain…
…so anyway, we were scolded last monday night…lol*** what a good way to end a day, huh? well, 2 of my dutymates assisted and handled a case and everything that goes with it…problem was, they don’t know how to make a SOAPIE…so there we were on the nurse’s station circling around our c.i. while she was reprimanding us of our insufficiencies and apparently, backbiting our c.i.s instead of studying our lessons… i thought "yeah, maybe she’s got a point…but it’s not enough to embarrass us…" and who was talking ill things about some c.i.s anyway??? guess it should be left unanswered??? lol***the Lord knows…so anyways, we went back to the dormitory anyways..with a lil’ thrill from the eerie breeze that touched our skin…it was aweful…lol*** we had to run for our lives…it really scared our butts off…
so the next day we went on duty again…oh, did i mention she asked us to do some research about the normal values of the newborn and what happens if the child suffers from caput saccedaneum??? well, while on the circle we gave her our "research works"…unfortunately for us, we forgot to write down our sources…so then again she asked us about our school in highschool and if they failed to teach us how to do research…even threatened us to inform our research c.i. (a very strict individual i’d say) about the whole thing…so scared as we were we just bowed our heads and listened (and let it pass thru our other ear hihi) to what she was stressing out then went back on duty…’twas embarrassing ’cause there were patients coming in and out of the hallway…and like real filipinos, they were eardropping as usual…or expected, should i say???
after that night i thought the whole thing was over…i mean, we got back to normal once more….but the next day, which was supposedly our last, alot of not so good things happened….like around 6 o’clock they kept on telling us about our grades and how we might fail…about our other c.i.s and how merciless they are…about our bad study habits and everything "nega" we have inside our system…i thought i was being "psyched war"…it’s strange…the hard heavy feeling kept filling inside me i almost missed to breathe…’twas an odd feeling i’ve been having since i left that place…and i sure am scared to go back just yet…which would be…tomorrow.
then around past 8 in the evening the bus arrived and we were like "yes! finally"…the other group yelled…i don’t know if it was because of their excitement or just for the sake of shouting….the point is, our c.i. burst out and boom! they prolly got an anecdotal or either a letter to the dean emeritus (even c.i.s are scared of her) or a repeat rotation..either of those three would be really bad…and i mean grave…like, dead meat…
the next thing we knew, we’re back here in the city…back to reality…not ready to face our grades…still scared to death about our future…
i’m starting to lose hope…to give up…but i know i can’t…there’s a lot at stake if i do that…and just like what our spanish teacher always tell us:
"mintras hay vida, hay esperanza"
i guess that should keep me going….
just how unprofessional some people are by words of mouth and by deeds of hands prolly justify it all…and oh..uh…huh… it really reflects! hahaha can’t we have boy abunda’s invisible mirror here???hehehe lolz*** 
and naughty smiles 
didn’t pass by me unnoticed… lol*** can you imagine 2 of the most "terror" clinical instructors making faces over a bigger fish??? ’twas funny…haha 
hala!!!!! you’re dead! haha